I wonder if they ever came....
This base had seen better days and was cast aside. Poor fella'.
When most of us think "Field of Dreams" we imagine that utopian field of green in Kevin Costner's corn field. Or perhaps we just picture some incredible, lush field of our imaginations, freshly chalked with an infield of the smoothest dirt.
But the funny thing is, there are those of us who fell in love with the stubby grass and dry dust of the Sandlot. We come alive during a schoolyard pickup game in a way that goes a lot deeper than enjoying a good seat at a Rockies game. Personally, I played many late-night games of baseball with the rag-tag kids in my mountain neighborhood, and later coached little girls on a slightly overgrown middle school diamond.
That's the part of me that, long before I saw the sign, had fallen in love with the sight of that ball field as I drove by. What to name it just depends on who's doing the dreaming, I suppose. For those who love a day with friends on a small town, simple baseball field, it really does live up to its claim: it's a backyard ballplayer's field of dreams.